Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2003 11:15:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Stadium
Subject: Technical Training
Technical Training
By Mookey Jones
Email mookeyjones@yahoo.com
This story is both true and actual. It contains homosexual content and may
be offensive to some.
Basic training in the Air Force isn't really a horrible experience.
Compared the Army, Navy or Marines it was probably a cakewalk. But, for a
guy who was newly married and still used to sex a couple times a day, and
used to having to share his privacy with one woman as opposed to forty men,
it was a horrible experience. No sex. No privacy. Sharing showers and
toilets with forty other naked men. Rushing all the time. By the time
basic was done, I was glad to leave San Antonio, Texas and ready to move on
to Keesler AFB in beautiful Biloxi, MS. Of course my sexual needs had me
strung so tightly I could look at something as boring as linoleum and
instantly throw a bone. If the wind blew right across my trousers, I was
liable to have an orgasm. I was so ready for a good lay.
Six weeks of that Basic Training torture was followed by nine months of
monotonous technical school or as we called it, tech school. Fortunately,
my wife would be able to join me during tech school, but not until I
completed two goals. First, was to complete my computer fundamentals of
tech school and second; I had to line up a place for us to live near good
old Keesler AFB. The harder I looked for a place to live, the harder I got
in anticipation. Finally I lucked out and found a beautiful one bedroom
furnished home within walking distance of the base. My wife could finally
come down and I could get something more than a hurried hand job. Little
did I know that this house would score me something better than a hand job
and it wouldn't be with my wife. Fate had something more colorful in store
for me.
As I was sitting in class, I was fighting down the never-ending wood I
seemed to live with. Class was boring me to tears and as my mind wandered
to my biological impulse, I found myself getting hard. Break time was
coming soon and I didn't want to go into the men's room with a boner.
Since the school had about ten different groups of students all in the same
building, they ran a regular break schedule to minimize disturbances in the
hallways. I was floating from the coffee I drank earlier and mentally was
willing the break to begin so I could drain my aching bladder. It was
crowded with men, so as I went into the restroom, I picked a spot next to
the wall at the urinal for at least partial privacy. We had the communal
urinal troughs so there was no privacy whatsoever. Now understand, I am
not shy about nakedness. On the contrary, I enjoy nakedness.
Unfortunately, I was moderately pee-shy. Close proximity made me somewhat
nervous, but having someone rushing me or watching me really made me
nervous. As I am standing there with my dick in hand willing myself to
relax and pee, up steps a fellow airman. The trough was busy with a lot of
men peeing, laughing, and talking. The crowd was all rushing to get done
and get out for some fresh air before break was over. This guy sidles up
rather close to me. He is a fine specimen. He is a bit taller than me,
probably about six-foot, lean, dark hair and twinkling blue eyes. He has
what I call the "Fred Flintstone" shadow. The Flintstone Look is a solid
beard that shows fairly soon after a guy shaves. I find this rugged, manly
feature very sexy. I had seen him around, but he wasn't in my class so we
hadn't met formally. I always noticed him on break and got a friendly nod.
He gave me the impression he knew something that I didn't.
As we were standing there at the urinal, he starts a conversation. The
last thing I need is someone talking to me while I am trying to overcome
the shyness when my bladder is about to explode. He starts talking about
how badly he had to go and how he thought that last period would never end.
"Yeah...I had that feeling too. My eyes were floating in my head".
He lets out a stream of urine that would make a donkey blush. I am trying
to be respectful of his privacy and not look over at him. Military folks
can be total homophobes and I don't want him thinking I am one of those gay
people. He seems to read my mind as he continues his conversation.
"I hated these urinal troughs in high school. I used to be so pee-shy. I
was always worried about my privacy and what people would say about my
privates. It made it hard to relax and go."
"So how'd you lick the problem?" I ventured. Maybe his advice would help
me.
"I realized that I'd nothing to be ashamed of. It's not as if I'm small."
Chuckling to himself, he continues, "Nope...nobody ever accused me of
that".
Feeling this outspoken discussion warranted a peek, I glanced over as he
was shaking himself and wrapping things up. I got the impression he was
putting on a little show for my benefit. After seeing what he had to show,
I guess I would have put on a show too. I am not tiny by any means. I am
better than average and quite thick, but this guy hanging limp he was huge
and thick. I would venture to guess that limp, he was bigger than I was
erect. He made a big production of stretching his huge dick, shaking it,
and milking every drop out before zipping up. The whole time, he is having
this inane conversation, he seems to be relishing in my amazement.
I had never been anything but straight. I had admired well-built men, but
surely I was straight. I was married and I enjoyed sex with my wife. I
thought I had nothing to worry about, but as I was heading back to class, I
couldn't stop wondering what it would be like to be that big. What would
it feel like to drop your pants in the gym and know every man in the locker
room envies you? What would it be like to drop your drawers anywhere and
know people gasped in amazement? Was he hitting on me? Was he really
doing that show for my benefit? These questions consumed me over the next
days and I had to have an answer.
As I mentioned, our class breaks in tech school were synchronized so I had
plenty of opportunity to meet this mystery guy between classes. His name
was Jim, a few years my junior, originally from Missouri. In a short time,
we got to be pretty good friends. It is amazing in the military how quickly
you can meet and get acquainted with people. Jim and I started hanging out
after classes in our free time. I really enjoyed his company. Part way
through tech school, Jim broke his arm in a klutz fall and was wearing a
cast from the forearm to his palm. I think the vulnerability made him that
much more attractive. He always had a natural blush to his cheeks and a
smile that would have needed all the electricity of the Hoover Dam to power
it. I found myself thinking of Jim in very different ways.
Now so far, all our encounters had been very hetero in nature. Nothing
happened to confirm or deny my suspicion that this hot guy is putting the
moves on me. At least no overt moves; that is, not until the shower
incident. The dorm showers were semiprivate. They had common sinks,
private toilets and shower curtains at each shower stall. Finally, there
was the opportunity to stroke some of the pressure away if you had the mind
to do so. Occasionally you would hear one of your more vocal airmen
getting into their hand job as they pretended to use the toilet or shower.
The shower incident happened one day as I was walking in the shower. I am
pulling off my towel, preparing to enter the shower stall, who should come
waltzing in briskly behind me with no effort to cover his swinging manhood?
Big Jim. I was amazed and puttered around trying to look. I am pretending
to be busy messing in my shaving kit while covertly watching him. He is
making conversation as if we were out on the street and I find myself
starting to bone up as I look at this healthy specimen before me. I don't
dare let him catch me popping a boner so I am trying to be discreet and
stay turned toward the shower as if I am ready to get in. Truth is, I
would have given all the tea in China to stare at his naked body. To avoid
suspicion, I randomly look over my shoulder pretending to be the polite
conversationalist, but I notice his eyes twinkling in amusement as he sees
through my ruse and knows the effect his big dick is having on the slowly
bending "straight arrow". As we both enter our respective showers, my
heart is racing. This guy seems to be coming on to me and I am frightened
because I couldn't want it more. Having no experience, I don't know how to
respond or what is appropriate.
As I shower, I am almost panicking wondering what to do. I have never been
faithless to my wife. I have never done anything remotely gay aside from
streaking with some friends in junior high or showing each other our dicks
as we enter the wonder of puberty. Am I gay? Am I starting to like men?
Would this be faithless to have some sexual activity with this god-sized
man? I start to justify my fears thinking It isn't as if I am having sex
with a woman. All these questions are demanding my attention. My heart is
beating so hard I think my chest will blow open. Nonetheless, I am
listening for his shower to finish so that I can get another look at that
body and that huge dick. I hear his water stop. I stop my water. He gets
out and dries himself facing me. He has no shame, but with a dick that
size, why should he have any shame? I have no doubt now he is openly
putting on a show and openly ogling me. I begin to get bolder as the play
continues. I am sporting a semi-woody and I don't hide it as I dry off.
As we leave the shower, he is grinning like a Cheshire cat, sure in his
knowledge that he has a live one. I stifle my fear and make an invitation
that will tell all.
"Hey Jim, whatcha got planned for the weekend?"
"Nothing really" he answers.
"I just rented a beautiful little house off-base. My wife'll be joining me
early in the week. You interested in getting some time out of the dorms?"
"Wow...sounds great. I'd love to get some time away from Uncle Sam," he
answered.
"Only problem is that I've only got one bed. It is huge. It is a king and
we could both sleep in it and you'd never know someone else was in the bed.
Of course, if you're too homophobic, you are welcome to the couch. It
looks pretty comfy too."
"After sleeping on these nasty fucking foam pads the Air Force calls
mattresses, I'd welcome a real bed. Dude, I am definitely not homophobic.
I'm secure in my masculinity and will gladly share the king with you. " Jim
was puffing his chest out in a manly-man fashion and looking very anxious.
"Great. Then come on home with me after work on Friday. I don't have a TV,
but I'm betting we can find something to keep us entertained.
"I've no doubt of that buddy...none whatsoever." Big smile. Damn, I loved
that smile.
All week I was excited. When Friday came, he changed at the dorm before we
left for the house. We ventured off base. Jim was looking very hot in a
tight pair of beachshorts and a tanktop. The beachshorts left nothing for
the imagination. This boy could pack more than meat in the front of his
pants than anyone I knew. I don't know if I knew what was going to happen,
but I knew I wanted to get my eyes and maybe my hands on that huge dick of
his. Just to see how it felt.
We arrived at the house after a short walk. The house was cool, private
and immaculate. We took the tour through the living/dining area, the
single bathroom in a quick thirty seconds. It was tastefully furnished and
much of the furniture was antique in appearance and excellent in quality.
The only room left to see was the bedroom, which was dominated by that huge
king-sized bed. We moved in it as if gravity itself were drawing us there.
Plopping down on the bed, we were instantly gratified by the huge firm
mattress.
"Oh my gawd" said Jim lying on is back with his arms thrown over his head
and his legs flown open. "This is pure heaven. I am going to sleep like a
rock tonight." Wondering what parts would be rocky, I hastily agreed.
"Me too...I know this feels so good."
"Hey buddy, do you have some aspirin or Tylenol? This cast is heavy and it
tends to make my shoulder a little sore."
"Sorry, I use aspirin so rarely, I don't keep it around. I would be glad
to give you a first class rub down if you have some kinks that need to be
rubbed out."
"Oh yeah. That is a much better way to take care of the kinks. Rub away."
He gave me that prize-winning smile and shucked his shirt. He lay flat on
his belly on the bed. I was boning up to think I was going to touch and
squeeze this hunk and he was welcoming it. I was still somewhat scared and
started to rub him from a position kneeling adjacent to him. That was
killing my back so I ventured to ask, "I can do you so much better if I
straddle you rather than sit beside you. Will that make you
uncomfortable?"
"Hell no..." he answered. "Feel free to climb on."
I climbed up on his back straddling his butt for easy access. I could feel
the ridges of the corduroy pants pressing my skin. As I leaned over and
started massaging his shoulders, I could feel shivers of anticipation
running from my ears to my groin. My cock was boning badly, but I was
hoping he wouldn't notice. I worked slowly and methodically down his
shoulders and then from the top to the bottom of his back. I am good at
massage and he rewarded me for every knot I found and worked on with moans
of pleasure and words of encouragement. I was seriously hard by the time I
got to his waistline.
"Well...I guess that's your entire back and shoulders" I offered. "Feeling
better?"
"Don't stop now..." he pleaded. "It is feeling so damned good."
"You want me to do your back again? I asked.
"No...do the rest of me"
What else do you want massaged?" I asked coyly.
"Anything you want to massage". His face was in the mattress so I couldn't
see his expression. Fortunately, he couldn't see my face either. It was a
good thing as it must have been the mask of lust, shock and sexual
excitement. I am sure that had me blushing.
"Uh...I don't think you mean ANYTHING" I responded.
Rolling over and looking me in the eye with that electric smile and those
twinkling eyes...he made it clear, "I do mean ANYTHING you want to
massage".
That was all I needed. I threw caution to the wind and went for broke.
Wordlessly I indicated for him to roll over onto his back. He was
obviously hard as a rock behind those corduroy surf shorts. His thick dick
was leaning left all the way to his left hip. A wet mark at the head made
it obvious that he was already dripping pre-cum from the first-rate massage
he received. I reached down and took that zipper and started slowly and
carefully unzipping this treasure. He had no underwear so I was cautious
lest the zipper bite this monster cock. When that zipper went down, the
biggest dick I had ever seen or imagined popped out of his pants yearning
to be free. It wasn't just long, it was incredibly thick. Initially I
just reached down and wrapped my hand around it. He moaned in pleasure. I
was amazed at how heavy it was and how thick it was. I have some huge
hands, but as I reached around his dick, I was completely unable to touch
my fingers around this monster. I later learned that he was a solid eleven
inches long and about seven inches around.
I looked into those twinkling mischievous baby blue eyes and knew he was
ready for more. He leaned up and gently kissed me on the lips. Now this
was a bizarre but thrilling experience. His "Flintstone shadow" was
rubbing my face, but his lips were soft and talented. It was the best kiss
I ever had and in short order, we were doing a tongue-dance and exploring
mouths with all the zeal of Lewis and Clark on the west side of the
Mississippi.
While the kissing was fantastic, that huge dick was dancing in my hand and
yearning for attention. I leaned down and started attempting to suck him.
I had never done this before, but with the fetish I had for oral sex with
my wife, I had little doubt that it wouldn't be even better. Being a man,
I knew what would work for me and I transferred that knowledge into a
first-rate blow job. There was no doubt how it was making Jim feel. To me
it seemed as natural as breathing. As I attempted to take him down my
throat, he sucked in air as if it were precious. I was bringing him
pleasure and this was bringing me a major thrill to know I could bring him
so much enjoyment. He was so big and so incredible and so fucking sweet.
"Man you are good. You must have you done this before?"
I stopped sucking, "Nope. No dick. Only ate pussy".
"You are kidding." Doubt was evident in his voice. "You are a natural.
You're damned good....no...damned great. I just offer a word of advice; be
careful with your teeth and don't try to take it all down your throat.
Nobody ever has. I am just too fucking big".
He had cast the gauntlet. For the next couple hours I sucked his dick and
balls like a starving man on a Christmas feast. I brought him to one
orgasm and after a short rest, managed to get him off yet again.
"Are you sure you've never done this?"
"Buddy...I am a straight arrow. No, I guess I was a straight arrow. I'm
just sucking all the spots on you that I like to be sucked. Men know
instinctively how to please men. We do what we enjoy being done to us. I
just wish I could get all of your dick into my throat."
"Hey, eleven inches is big but let's put some of your fears to rest.
First, you have a gorgeous dick yourself. It's thick and beautiful. I
know dozens of men who would pay you to plow their ass. Secondly, don't
worry about your technique. I've been active plenty in my life. I get
sucked more than I get to fuck and nobody has sucked me like you. You, my
friend, are a natural. By the way, you've been at this a long time. I bet
you have a serious case of blue balls you'd like to relieve. Let me help
you get your nut."
"You know that's right. I've almost gotten myself off just sucking on you.
I mean literally without touching myself. Just enjoying a serious time of
worship at the palace of phallus." I grinned with total sex lust. "And
what a palace it is!" Jim chuckled at the wit. "What do you have in mind?
You want to work on me a while?" I asked.
"Buddy, I would love to suck you, but maybe later. I would much rather
have you bend me over and fuck me good." There was that hot smile of his.
"I bet you're a hot fucker."
Wow...never considered fucking a man before. But after touching and
kissing and sucking; this was the day to give up all inhibitions. I was so
game for getting off. "Wouldn't that hurt? I am not as big as you by a
long shot, but this is a lot of beef for a tiny ass to handle. Believe me,
I want to get off, but not at the expense of hurting you."
"You're so sweet. You are totally into getting your partner off. That's
why I want you to fuck me. I don't let everyone in, but with you I know I
would enjoy it. It does hurt for a few seconds when the dick goes in, but
the pleasure that follows is way greater than the pain. It's like using
the restroom. You let go of a healthy load and at times it stretches you
out and you look in the shitter and wonder how those logs got past your
poor tiny ass, but the feeling is incredible....true?"
"Yeah" He had a point. I just didn't want to hurt him.
"It's the same feeling with a dick in your ass. You have this big dick
rubbing your ass, stretching you, massaging your prostate. I've watched
men cum so hard and so many times while I was fucking them that they
literally passed out." I could see that Jim wasn't bragging. He was just
letting me know what had happened in the past and I completely believed
him.
"You think I can try that? Getting fucked by you?" The prospect was
exciting and frightening both.
"Maybe later. I'd love to try, but with no experience being fucked, I am
not the one for you to start with virgin boy. I'm big for even an
experienced slut." He said smiling. "Believe me. You are totally sexy and
I would love to be your first, but I'd be afraid you may walk bowlegged for
a week if you managed to get me in you."
"Jim, you need to know I'll do anything I can to please you. I do want to
fuck your ass hard and long, but sometime, I want to try handling that
incredible dick of yours in my ass. I think I've been missing a lot and
it's time to make it up."
Jim was smiling that killer smile. He was such a sweet guy and a great
lover. I was enjoying this weekend more by the minute.
I took charge and had him get doggy style on the bed. I started loosening
him up with some fingers and spit. At that time, I had no idea of what
rimming was or how good it could feel. By the time I had two fingers in
him, he was begging me to plow his ass like there was no tomorrow. I was
reaching around and playing with that huge 11x7 power rod which was already
rock hard again. I was sort of scared as I had never had anal sex with
anyone, but I was also totally excited.
I teased him relentlessly. I wanted to get him totally aroused and give me
time to cool off lest I blow as soon as I was in him. I wanted to make him
desperately want me in him. In no time flat his moans turned into ecstatic
begging and I knew he was ready. I mounted Jim from behind and eased my
dick head into that tiny hole. Jim had the foresight to bring some KY
jelly. Even with that applied liberally, I thought the head of my dick
would never make it through. He was groaning like it hurt to badly. I was
afraid to push harder for fear of hurting him. He totally surprised me
when to my shock, he slid back into me forcing my head through his tiny
sphincter. I was loving life and nearly blew my load on the spot. I was
trying to be considerate of this guy who was making a huge sacrifice for my
pleasure. As I started working my shaft in deeper, I realized he wasn't
sacrificing anything. He was a veteran who knew what he was doing and he
was enjoying sex as much as I was. Giving or receiving, this man was a
pro.
With my wife, there had been little to no talking during sex. An
occasional word of encouragement in a breathy whisper was about the
noisiest we got. Jim was not shy. He was verbal and I began to wonder if
the neighbors would hear us. As I began to slip in deeper and ream his hot
tight ass in long hard strokes, he started turning me on with his words.
"You fucking bull...slide in that ass....don't hold anything back...let me
feel every fucking thick inch of that fat cock. Give it to me. Use me
like your fucking slave boy. Stroke that ass. It is your ass. You pound
it as deep and hard as you can." He was obviously getting as much pleasure
as I was. I never dreamed an anal invasion could be pleasurable. In short
order, I was deep in him. My short curlies were tickling his milky white
bubble butt. My nuts were slapping his adorable little ass. My dick was
hard as steel. My eyes were rolled back in my head and I was stroking him
like a Wimbledon champion. The harder and deeper I slammed, the more he
moaned.
"Oh fuck..." Jim said. "I am about to blow again." This amazed me as he
wasn't touching himself and., other than stroking his ass, I wasn't
touching him. I had yet to learn of the wonder toy we all call our
"prostate". I was thumping Jim's prostate hard and he was totally turned
on. As he started to cum for the third time that night, his ass clenched
onto my steel hard rod and put me over the top too. I shot a load inside
him so big and intense I actually saw stars and wondered if my chest was
going to blow open. I collapsed on his back and we both fell exhausted and
amazed to the bed.
"Oh my God in heaven....you can fuck like a machine. I want more of that
tonight."
"Isn't your ass sore? I mean, you seem to really enjoy that, but I'd think
your ass'd be throbbing."
"You go to the gym...you know what it's like to have soreness after a work
out? You hurt, but you hurt good...right?"
I nodded. That made sense to me.
"You want to see what you are missing? I would love to make love to you
tonight. Not all men can take me. Especially as an anal virgin, it will
require a lot of patience to take this kind of cock, but once they have had
me...not to be pretentious...they can't get enough of me. Like I said
earlier. This dick will work your prostate so well you will probably cum a
couple times and may even pass out." He wasn't being pretentious. He was
just listing what I had to look forward to.
I looked in those big beautiful eyes and knew he wasn't kidding. I wanted
to do anything he wanted me to do in order to please him. He had shown me
pleasures I never dreamed of and I was totally obsessed with that
monster-sized dick.
"I will try, but I don't know if I can take it. Be ready to stop if I ask
you to." I had no intention of asking him to stop. Even if he ripped me a
new ass hole.
"That is OK buddy." Jim was a patient coach. He showed me how to work his
dick in by acting as if I were taking a dump. He was so loving and
patient. For all his efforts and his patience and the abundance of lube, I
couldn't get that monster past my tiny tight sphincter. He was so
gracious. I was almost in tears from the frustration. I wanted to
experience him and I wanted to give him the incredible pleasure he had
given me.
That night we made love countless times. I learned to deep-throat his dick
and bring him to one shattering orgasm after another with my mouth and
plowing his ass with my dick. What thrilled me was to be able to climb on
and pound his ass hard and get him off. He was so sexy on his back.
Looking in his eyes and watching the thrill he would get as I plowed him
deep and his dick would blow long ropey loads of cum on our chests. God, I
loved stroking his incredible tight ass.
My experience with Jim lasted the entire weekend. Knowing my wife was
about to arrive, Jim offered to share himself with us in a sexual trio. I
was intrigued, but feared three things. First, I was afraid that my wife
wouldn't go for it and that our marriage might be ruined. Secondly, I was
afraid that my wife would go for it and never be satisfied with my dick
after having a romp on Jim's 11x7 monster. Last, I feared that after I had
Jim again, I might never be satisfied with the frailties of hetero sex. I
knew that gay sex was incredibly pleasurable and fulfilling, but wasn't
sure that it was OK due to my conservative Southern Baptist background.
Sex with a hard-bodied big-dicked man rocked and I was afraid I would never
be satisfied with a dickless woman again.
Sadly, that was the end of my experience with Jim. I felt convicted that I
was outside the vows of my marriage and that I had violated the tenets of
my faith in having sex with Jim. I was unwilling to risk hurting my wife
emotionally by letting her know I had sex with Jim and she never did find
out. I fantasized about Jim and still think of him today. At times I
would pretend I was fucking Jim as I rode my wife into one orgasm after
another. She thought that she was making the passion burn when in truth; I
was imaging that incredibly tight man hole of Jim's. I never touched him
or another man for the remainder of my twenty year marriage. I was
faithful until the divorce. Since the divorce, I made up for lost time,
but that's entirely another matter and another series of stories.